Chapter 30 The Boy In The Cell

• “I’m not fucking interested in any of those guys.”
• Jason doesn’t even blink at my tone. He sits beside me on the rock, elbows resting loosely on his knees, eyes still on the water like he’s waiting for it to spit out answers. Meanwhile, I’m picking at the dirt with the toe of my shoe, trying not to cry again. I hate how raw I feel. I hate that he’s here to see it.
• “They’re not my type,” I add. “Every one of them reminds me of Johnny. Arrogant assholes who think the world owes them something.”